So much
There is…so much
I watch as sunlight dances on the ground, and wonder
What WORLD is this?
A Plague to stricken, Whose grip tightens
A Light…bobbing in b r e a t h l e s s waves
Tender hands of solace…a cherished touch
A deeper contact, longing to be FIXED
An echo of laughter
“The Before Times” so rich with Colour
And now…
A waiting heart, filling seconds with the unexpected
and in here…THIS:
I am meant to still create
A wholeness that trickles into being…
and the Sun shivers and weeps
As Snow returns on Springtime
seat.
Paula Antonello, Prose. Copyright: Wednesday, April 15, 2020.
Image: Four Seasons by P.Antonello.